Supreme Tamer

Chapter 1761: Chapter 1618: Yu Suo’s Monument Tears

“Sister, do you know? I found this kind of flower at the cliff—it’s so special!” A little girl ran joyfully to the side of another girl, holding a flower intertwined with a sacred blue and vibrant crimson in her hands.

The two girls wore the same blue dresses, with long violet hair cascading down.

They shared identical figures, delicate and graceful, with the same exquisitely cute faces. Even their accessories were identical: pale blue headwear and dainty bracelets…

If one didn’t look closely, it would seem as though a mirror stood before them, with the girl in the mirror being a reflection of the one outside.

“Where did you pick this?” The older sister examined the flower carefully and asked.

“Right at the cliff behind the Heavenly Palace… What kind of flower is this? It’s so strange. Why does it have two kinds of petals?” The younger sister inquired curiously.

“This is the Good and Evil Flower, one of the first flowers to ever bloom in this world. The holy blue represents good, and the blood red represents evil,” the sister explained.

“Good? Evil? What is good and evil?” The younger sister asked again.

“I don’t know.” The sister shook her head.

“Even something you don’t know? Isn’t it written in the books?”

“There are many things that books cannot explain.”

“Like what?” The younger sister tilted her head, resembling a curious little baby with endless questions.

“Feelings,” the sister replied.

“What are feelings?”

The older sister smiled faintly, her smile serene and gentle, as if no question from her younger sister could ever make her impatient. “I’m your sister, and you’re my younger sister. Between us exists… feelings.”

“Still, I don’t understand…” The younger sister scratched her head in confusion.

“People with feelings willingly share with each other. The deeper the feelings, the more they share—joys, sorrows, mutual reliance, mutual burden…”

“If I made a mistake, would Sister also help me shoulder it?” The younger sister asked slyly.

“I would.”

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At the moment she embraced the evil, she felt as though something was drilling into her, alive, piercing through her skin and muscles—causing a pain so unbearable it tore through her soul.

She began to regret. She had never imagined that embracing this demon-like version of herself would be so agonizing.

Yet, whenever she wanted to give up, a face drenched in blood would materialize before her.

Her cheeks were bloodied, her hair soaked in blood, and she stared at herself with a pair of utterly hollow eyes…

The once-beautiful figure she had admired and revered had withered away, turning gaunt until her bones were visible—a desiccated corpse-like form.

It was unimaginable how such a perfect body and visage could suddenly become so terrifying.

She lied to herself. She told herself that, even though she was eroded away by the elements, tortured into this lifeless husk, she still shone like the moon, illuminating both the Heavenly Palace and the Mortal World.

Those people… How could those people treat her this way? Was she no different from the livestock raised in that small town to feed the ferocious beasts?

She was the most noble and selfless being. How could she be treated like this? Besides, this fault—this entire fault—was supposed to be hers to bear… She was the one who made the mistake…

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A black abyss, endlessly descending. As she fell, the surrounding brambles lashed at her, slicing through her body, causing blood to gush out.

All of a sudden, she felt herself bound beneath the fiery Red Sunlight Day, enduring the searing heat and the ravages of the blazing sunstorm.

In the blink of an eye, ferocious beasts filled the earth. They rushed toward her, tearing at her skin, devouring her piece by piece…

Her mind filled with nightmare after nightmare, the most horrifying scenes imaginable. She could no longer tell whether it was herself or someone else enduring this torment.

The triple torment of body, spirit, and soul was driving her to the brink of collapse. This transformation into a demon was a torment worse than death.

She grew weaker and weaker, feeling as though her very soul was being torn apart by the agony of this transformation.

She needed a vessel, a place where her soul could anchor itself—otherwise, her psyche would be destroyed by the torment of this surreal, inescapable agony.

“Help me, please! Save me!!!”

“How can I help you?”

“Just two soul contracts…”

The Soul Contract Spell was recited, and a thread of soul contract slowly entered her unbearable spiritual world and tormented soul.

When that thread of Soul Sense reached her, as if pulling her out of the inferno of demon transformation, she felt someone extending a hand to rescue her from this hellish pain.

“What’s your name?”

“Why are you in the flower? Are you a human or a Flower Demon?” a teenager’s voice called out.

The agonizing torment gradually faded, and the surreal, hellish suffering vanished before her eyes.

Sacred blue intertwined with demonic red; sharp flower petals slowly unfurled, appearing both razor-sharp and commanding an imposing dignity.

Within the flower seat, she slowly stood up. Her hair glowed with a crimson hue as though drenched in fresh blood.

Her lips were similarly crimson, an intensity that captivated and enchanted without restraint.

Her lips curled into a faint smile. At that moment, all despair, sorrow, and rage dissipated, leaving only a profound sense of rebirth and transformation.

This body was still fragile, yet it held immense potential for growth—because she was no longer a mere Totem Believer Woman. She was the Good and Evil Queen, and she could wield the powers of the queen to achieve countless things!!

She glanced at the teenager, a small ripple of gratitude surfacing in her heart. Without him, she would have been eternally trapped in the torment of her memories…

But she merely smiled and said nothing.

She turned and walked away. There was much to do… so much to do…

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The Era Hall

The great hall was filled with a rich fragrance. At this moment, all the Good and Evil Flowers, which were previously mere buds, bloomed fully—beautiful and mature, like the bashful cheeks of a reserved woman.

All the Good and Evil Flowers clustered around the largest flower seat at the center.

The flower seat encased itself like a room. As a unique fragrance spread, the massive petals opened one by one, blossoming into the most noble and dazzling flower.

And within the soft flower seat lay a man with a well-defined, muscular body exuding an air of masculinity and wicked charisma. His hair, interwoven with silver and black, perfectly matched the sacred blue and blood-red petals surrounding him.

Resting against his firm chest was a woman with a figure of unparalleled grace and curves…

The man’s eyes were closed, as if in a deep slumber or coma.

But the woman opened her eyes first. When her eyes opened, there was no shock, no anger, no murderous intent. Leaning against his chest, her gaze was vacant.

After an indeterminate amount of time, she slowly sat up. Her hand extended, delicate and tender, softly tracing along Chu Mu’s body.

Her hand moved from Chu Mu’s chest to his neck, appearing as gentle as a lover’s caress.

Yet, as her palm approached Chu Mu’s throat, a flower stinger suddenly emerged from her hand.

The stinger was razor-sharp, emitting a blood-red vapor that signaled it was filled with potent poison!

A mere prick from it, and even someone with the constitution of a Demon Man would die instantly—for this was the poison from the pistil of the Ancestral Good and Evil Flower, the most potent of its protective toxins!

Her hand hovered there, trembling violently.

Yu Suo took deep breaths, urging herself to press her palm down. Yet her mind was in disarray—a whirlwind of images: one moment, the face of the teenager who had pulled her from the abyss of suffering, and the next, Chu Mu’s face, which she loathed with every fiber of her being—cold, ruthless, and heartless, resembling the demons of the Heavenly Palace she so despised.

“Fool! Why dissolve the soul contract? Why return the flower pistil to me!”

Yu Suo’s hand struck down, delivering a resounding slap across the unconscious Chu Mu’s face.

As the slap landed, the poison stinger retracted into her palm, leaving no trace of venomous injury on Chu Mu’s cheek—just the vivid handprint from Yu Suo’s delicate palm.

Yu Suo bit her lip until it bled, and a single crystalline tear unwillingly slid down her cheek, falling onto Chu Mu’s chest.

She stood up and spread her arms wide.

A fragrant wind swept through the hall. All the blooming flowers rose into the air, weaving themselves into an elegant gown of blue and blood-red hues, draping onto Yu Suo.

Under this gust, all the petals and vines in the hall vanished rapidly, restoring the space to its original state.

After collecting everything, she glanced at Chu Mu, feeling a tangle of emotions just like the first time they met.

Gratitude tinged with absurdity. She had been turned into a Soul Pet by a mere teenager?

Now, it was resentment, coupled with an even sharper sense of absurdity.

But what did it matter?

Crying? Why cry?

She could not allow herself to display even a trace of weakness.

Someone who was born only minutes before her had borne all those sins and punishments on her behalf yet never shed a tear—what was a little pain and anger compared to that?

She turned and left, the aloof petals of the Good and Evil Flower swirling around her, surrounding their resolute queen once more…

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The lingering fragrance in the hall would not dissipate for a long, long time.

The moment Yu Suo departed, Chu Mu opened his eyes.

His gaze fixed on the ceiling, and the invisible Demon Flame vortex gathered in his palm slowly dissipated after Yu Suo’s departure.

He stared for an unmeasured length of time before his eyes finally flickered with some semblance of life.

A warmth and moisture emanated from within the Space Ring. Chu Mu opened the Space Ring to discover a single Monument Tear resting inside.

During the time when the soul contract still existed, Chu Mu had never once obtained her Monument Tear.

But after the soul contract was dissolved, a single tear had fallen into his innermost being, solidifying as a Monument Tear.

That single tear must have carried all her stories.

Why did she descend into madness, seeking to dominate the world? Why the schizoid dual personas? Why leap into the terrifying abyss of darkness, forsaking everything and embracing the most dreadful existence?

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